The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 428 Les Miserables
On the silver candlesticks carved with lily patterns, white candles are burning with soft flames, and the essential oils carefully extracted from plants exude elegant floral fragrance, lingering above the solemn altar with the cross erected.

A thin figure was kneeling on a cotton mat in front of the stage, praying in a low and devout voice.

All of this slowly unfolds before our eyes through the clever reorganization of light and shadow.

"Oh, you killed so many people, and you think you can avoid God's punishment by kneeling down and reciting a few scriptures?"

Zhu Mingyao sneered at this. He had no interest in conducting psychological counseling such as atonement and confession. He just sneered mockingly, bent his arms and stretched out his hands mechanically, and swung his sandbag-like fist out again as fast as lightning.

However, when the punch was thrown, it felt empty and vague, as if it had pierced through a shadow.

No, it should be said that he turned into a phantom! He tried punching and kicking again, and found that his home and this space seemed to be in two parallel worlds. No matter how he moved, he could not touch anything.

"You think your forceful approach isn't working, so you changed your strategy, right? I want to see what you're up to." Zhu Mingyao reacted quickly and snorted coldly.

As if confirming his guess, angry footsteps were heard, and then a middle-aged woman wearing a simple cotton dress and with an uneasy look on her face walked over quickly.

Although she was no longer young, her appearance still retained some charm, but her high cheekbones and thin lips somewhat destroyed her temperament, making her look a little aloof.

"Alessa! Daisy was splashed with ink, and you used the power of the stigmata to secretly play tricks on your classmates again."

The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she whispered with her tender red lips: "Aunt Chrisbella, they always bully me collectively. I...I just did something slightly wrong, and I have already reflected on it."

The woman shook her head in disappointment. "Thank God for blessing you to awaken the Holy Mark of Purity. You are the hope of the sect. I have taught you many times that you must be reserved and keep a clear mind. Only in this way can you master it as soon as possible."

After scolding the timid girl for a few words, Chrisbella seemed to have made up her mind. She stretched out her hand and a small feather floated in her palm.

The color of the feathers was as deep as the night sky, emitting a smell that made all things decay and wither, causing the flowers in front of the altar to gradually wither.

"This is a fallen holy artifact passed down by the sect - [Samael's Feather]. I will use it to temporarily seal the power of the stigmata until you learn to live with a normal mentality like an ordinary person."

Feeling the stinging pain on her skin, the girl shrank back in fear, "But, but..."

"No buts! This is my decision as the Patriarch of the sect!" The woman's words were harsh at first, but then turned gentle. "My dear baby, it's for your own good. Your aunt will not harm you..."

The girl hesitated for a moment, but slowly lowered her head, allowing the other party to use his secret technique to merge the black feather into his body.

However, perhaps because of the angle, the naive girl did not notice that in the eyes of this respected elder, a trace of deep jealousy was flickering like wildfire.

The young man who was watching coldly had enough experience to discern the hidden malice behind this move. He twitched his tongue mockingly: "It's the same old routine of jealousy and envy of others' talents. How boring."

As if provoked by his sarcasm, the scene suddenly changed again.

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"Fuck! Are they replacing the old public toilet this time?"

The light and shadows changed before his eyes, and before Zhu Mingyao could see the surroundings clearly, an indescribable pungent smell forced into his nostrils.

If I had to describe it, it was like the stench of countless piles of excrement mixed with rotten animal protein, fermented and aged for a hundred or eighty days, mixed with the pungent smell of chemicals. Even though his physique was far superior to that of an ordinary person, he almost suffocated on the spot.

Zhu Mingyao covered his mouth and nose in disgust and looked around quickly.

Well, it seems that it really came true.

What you see is like a forgotten underground world, with dim lights barely penetrating the thick dust, illuminating a dilapidated and dirty scene. A moldy and tattered door separates this place from the outside world, and a row of wooden partitions hang loosely against the wall. Streaks of brown, black and yellowish mysterious stains have dried into lumps, almost changing their color. Considering that there are several indoor washbasins opposite, such a classic layout, the meaning of this scene is self-evident. It is a typical example of feces smeared on the wall!

Looking around, there was silence, as if he was the only one left. Zhu Mingyao was about to look for the two girls who were trapped together, when he suddenly heard a noise.

Behind the door where mold was spreading, a subtle but clear "creaking" sound came from. It was the groan of the rotten floor that could not bear the weight.

The door suddenly opened and several figures rushed in.

"Why is a fatherless bastard so popular with those boys? Sooner or later, we will cut a knife on that seductive face!"

Although the words were harsh, they were just the words of a little girl who was angry and embarrassed. They were new to love and were still unfamiliar with this vague understanding. Apart from venting their emotions angrily to the figures who surrounded them, they did not dare to do anything out of the ordinary.

Suffering from the inexplicable anger of an adolescent girl, Alessa, who temporarily lost her strength and was unable to resist, dared not speak out and could only endure it silently.

After a while, when the bullies turned around and left the bathroom, she dared to reach for the door handle, but all she got was the creaking sound of being locked and the triumphant laughter of the bullies walking away.

Time passed by minute by minute, and even the school bell had stopped ringing for a long time, but no one came.

Just as the girl was banging on the door in frustration, the innermost cubicle of the toilet suddenly opened and a man in a cleaner's uniform poked his head out.

"What's wrong? My lovely little angel. I think you seem to need help now..."

He called out a few times in a fake manner, and after making sure that there was no one around, a pair of brown-black eyes started from the delicate little feet, climbing up like a sticky slug, passing over the white and tender calves, beginning to take shape in the exquisite curves, and finally stopping on the beautiful face, with muddy desire flowing in his eyes.

Instinctively sensing the danger, the girl took two steps back in fear and stretched out her hand with all her strength to push. A nearly transparent white light flashed, and then exploded like a soap bubble.

"Get lost, I am..."

Before she could finish, the evil hand stretched out impatiently with the ugliest posture of human beings, and then there were screams, begging for mercy, gasps and the sound of cloth tearing.

"That's enough! If you don't find it disgusting, then why do I find it disgusting?"

Even though he had a premonition of what was to come, Zhu Mingyao still felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly. His eyelids twitched and he shouted in disgust, and he grabbed with both hands, creating a lingering light and shadow that obscured the extremely ugly scene.

Amid the miserable howls, the scene changed again.

There were crowds of people everywhere. Various sacred scriptures were inlaid with marble on the floor, and religious paintings were hung on the walls. It was actually a solemn and dignified church.

The girl was curled up on the floor with her hair disheveled. Her face was covered with pale salt spots from long-dried tears. She looked like a lifeless doll. A young woman with a similar face was kneeling beside her, sobbing in pain, her nails scratching her face with bloody marks.

"Blasphemy! By the Most High Lord, this is the most terrible blasphemy!"

A high-pitched, sharp roar came out of Chrisbella's throat. Her face flushed with excitement. She tore off the cross on her chest and waved it wildly in her hands.

“Alessa! We have always tolerated your youth and ignorance, but you were so willful that you secretly took out the hidden holy objects and played with them, resulting in such an absurd and tragic ending!

This is a shame, a shame for you! A shame for the family! And a shame for our sect!"

The girl's lifeless eyes suddenly trembled, and she looked at the blood relative whom she had always respected and treated with affection with an expression of disbelief.

The once kind face suddenly turned into a ferocious devil, rushing into a heart that was already on the verge of collapse, tearing the last bit of warmth and attachment into pieces.

(End of this chapter)